My scars....
One right above my ankle from standing on a glass window that was lying on barn floor. I was trying to see the baby birdies. 3 stiches.
One right above my lip, from tumbling down cement steps in my baby stroller. Can't remember if it took any stiches, I'm thinking it did, because my smile is crooked from it.
One on my forehead, don't know if that is from chicken pox or the baby stroller accident.
Slight scar on palm side, ring ringer on left hand. Was cleaning a window that was cracked, hand went through window.
Two different scars on my last two toes on my left foot, I do believe that came from the window standing incident.
The last one scar that required stiches is on the bottom of my right foot. I used to live across the road from some railroad tracks. Train went by and jarred a caserole dish off a shelf. I went to clean it up. The glass was the same color as the floor vents and I went to scratch the bottom of my foot and sliced it instead. 12 stiches.
And I have bunch more other scars, like from burns and scratches and other little things.
The one lesson that I have learned from all this is.......I would rather have a cut that requires stiches than get a paper cut, paper cuts hurt worse. And once the cut is numbed up I get to sit there and watch it get sewed up
I wouldn't trade any one of these accidents. I've learned so much from them. And they remind me of different times in my life.
I also wouldn't trade in any of my emotional scars either, they make up who I am today. I've learned many valueable lessons from those scars. And each one of my emotional scars stands for one more step that I have taken in my journey of growing closer and closer to my Lord and Savior, Jesus